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Post by hades on Aug 22, 2018 16:22:27 GMT -5
[attr="class","olimpia"] A T H E N A [attr="class","zeus"] LATE NIGHT SCARE [attr="class","nike"] TWOLEG PLACE | EVENING | ATHENA & MITCHELL | gemini
“The wind picked up, causing dead leaves to skitter across the stone floor of the alley. Luna’s ears twitched as she glanced over her shoulder at the darkness. Had she seen eyes? Were those eyes watching her from behind the bin? Surely it was just the rats? But she wasn’t so sure…”
Athena’s eyes were wide with wonder as she listened to Lazarus, an elderly street cat, his face white with age, and his pelt an ugly shade of brown. Lazarus didn’t visit often, which meant that she was always on the lookout for the old tom, and he loved to hear him tell stories from his youth that his friends had told him - and he spun them better - or that he had actually lived through,
“Her friend had told her the story of the she-cat who took the pelts off other young she-cats to remain young!”
A shiver went down her spine, Godfrey was beside her. She turned her green eyes to him, and was pleased to see that he was scared out of his fur, his eyes fixed on Tully. Around them other cats had gathered in the shade of a small clearing between twoleg nests. She didn’t see Viktor among them, and her heart sank a little. Suddenly the small crowd let out a gasp of horror, and Lazarus had moved suddenly to his white paws, “The she-cat jumped as a rat came scurrying from behind the bend! She relaxed herself, knowing it was just a story. Something that her friends mother had probably told them to keep them close by… as all mothers are fond of doing.”
“Isn’t it simply terrifying!” She whispered to Godfrey, who visibly shivered beside her.
“You like this stuff?” He asked, turning his astonished gaze on her. She didn’t back down from it. “I love it when Lazarus tells a story!” Godfrey continued to look at her for a moment longer before he turned back to the story. Athena turned her attention back as well.
Lazarus was sitting now, his tail wrapped around his paws. He looked simply Egyptian! His blue eyes were lit with amusement, he knew he had captivated his audience, “‘Hullo, little she-cat,’ the tired old hag greeted, her pelt as mangey, and flea ridden, unlike any cat Luna had ever seen. She was skinny, Luna noticed, like she hadn’t eaten in days! ‘Hullo…’ she answered, her paws shuffling the ground. ‘Don’t you think you’re out late, little one?’ the old one asked. Was that hunger in her eyes? Or had she imagined it? Luna shuffled backwards, which the old she-cat seemed to take as an invitation to move forward...”
“DON’T DO IT LUNA… RUN AWAY!” A young she-kit hissed loudly. Athena looked around for the cat who had spoken. She was young, almost twelve moons old, surely, and her pelt was fluffed out, her eyes wide with horror, but also excitement. You won’t be straying outside anymore, little one! Athena thought, unable to hold back a purr of amusement.
Lazarus took the interruption with grace, as he always did; slinking forward, his belly low to the ground as he faced the little she-kit who had spoken out. Athena loved how he engaged with the audience! “‘Don’t look so frightened, I’m not going to harm you. I’m on my way back to my nest… but… I was hoping someone young - like yourself- and brave would come and assist me…’ Luna didn’t know what to think. Her mother had always told her to stay clear of strangers at night, but what was Luna to do? She had always helped those in need before…”
The she-kit yelped, cowering before the elder. Lazarus peered at her, his blue eyes narrowing. His tone was surprisingly gentle when he asked, “What do you think happened next?”
Godfrey shook his head, “C’mon, let’s leave.” he flicked his tail and slid away from the crowd of the cats, and Athena followed. When she looked around she hadn’t noticed just how late it had gotten! “Oh my… I didn’t realize how late it was!” Athena’s green eyes looked at the long shadows, and the deepening blue sky above. “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow, Godfrey!” She mewed, but he stopped her, “It would be rude if I didn’t escort you home.”
“Oh, Godfrey, please! I can find my way in the dark.” Athena purred, amused by his protectiveness. Clearly the story had gotten a little too under his fur. “I’ll be fine, you just go on home.” She didn’t quite understand why he just stood there in her way for a moment, but he did eventually let her pass. “And if those Clan cats everyone keeps talking about tries anything, I’ll shred their fur!” She quipped, leaping off into the forest.
It was dark by the time she made her way through the tall grass. The stars were out, and the sun was shining it's last rays before completely disappearing. Her pelt was set on end, and the strong scent of cat was coming from one side, and from the other. It was a tad disorienting, and she sort of wished that Godfrey had come. He was the sort of brave cat she liked to have about in case things got sticky, but there was no Godfrey tonight.
"Ummm... right, which one is mine... so horrible that they all look the same in the dark." she muttered to herself. Leaping, she dug her claws into the wooden fence, and crawled to the top. It was a few rows over, but she finally found her home.
The scents were familiar, but there was one that was out of place. Her fur began to stick up, and she peered into the darkness. "WHO GOES THERE! GIT OUT OF MY GARDEN BEFORE I HAVE TO MAKE YA!" She hissed loudly, her claws out...
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Post by gemini on Aug 24, 2018 8:57:03 GMT -5
MITCHELL the homegrown bayou boy Mitch found himself away from the forest; he’d made a bit of a circle, going back home for a few days. He’d laid in his human’s garden, even went inside a little and allowed himself to be petted and held. It was a rare treat for his human, he knew. Perhaps he should do it more often. The pets were nothing like what he’d had in his birthplace, but they sufficed and weren’t to bad. They weren’t the kind that managed to push him a little though, that he could lean into greedily. They certainly didn’t offer the same smell to his fur. His human usually tended to have a strong, musky type of scent that originally came from a little bottle. He recalled when he’d first came here before he’d been allowed outside. He’d get mad and bat the bottle off of the human’s pelt-holder, sending it clattering to the hard floor. His human would panic, and yell at him. Mitch would only stare, but the smug look on his face hadn’t been beyond the human. He randomly felt a small twinge of shame that he didn’t yet know his human’s name. He simply hadn’t heard enough repeatedly make one of their sounds that he responded to. He knew how it worked and could copy the sound in his mind, and even form the word in his own cat-tongue. But, he hadn’t figured out this one’s name, and still – after all this time – only referred to him as ‘human,’ or more often than not simply ‘bo,’ when talking to him. He knew of course that the human couldn’t understand him – no human had ever been able to figure out the language of cats. Which, Mitch thought was interesting. For all of their creations – boxes that lit up and made sounds, boxes that kept their food cold, the various monsters that they could wield the power of to travel around vast distances, the massive animals that they could hold power over – it was interesting that they’d never been able to decipher animal languages. But, Mitch decided, he couldn’t much talk. He’d rarely been able to understand the frantic words of dogs, and never had been able to understand the snorts, growls, and huffs of other kinds of animals. He recalled once a rat that had managed to speak to him. His whiskers twitched at that memory. Rats were vulgar little things. As customary to himself, Mitch grew tired of being inside, and he had left through the little opening that his human had put into the larger door so that he didn’t have to sit at the door and yowl until he was let out. He could come and go as he pleased, although sometimes the door was blocked at the later times of the night. He’d figured it was a safety thing, much like some humans had big, overly vicious dogs, or firesticks. His tail flicked, and he righted himself onto his paws, heading towards the fence. He jumped, landing in a thing that he had learned was called a ‘bird bath.’ He, personally, viewed it as a free hunting opportunity. Birds with their heads in water were easy catches if timed right. A second later, he jumped, sinking his claws into the soft wood of the fence. He walked along it, keeping his front claws out, gripping the wood, his tail flicking back and forth for balance. As he reached the end, he jumped down, and wandered down an alleyway, towards the forest once more. He wouldn’t enter, he decided, but he would see what he could get into in the gardens along its edge. He found himself wandering through three, the first two having a hole in the fence that he could squeeze through. The third though, he had to jump up onto the fence, scrabbling for a second with his hind paws to push himself up. He stood on the edge, before jumping down. The grass was soft, and the garden was manicured. Well, at least more than his own. His human let his grow a little wild the further from the den, and the little ‘patio.’ That had started once he’d began to let Mitch outside, which Mitch himself quite enjoyed when he spent time at home. He found a chair and hopped up onto it. He looked over as another cat appeared on the fence. The voice said girl, and her words said ‘attitude.’ He gave a small laugh, before saying “Aye, girly, come ‘n’ try! Gotta find me first.” He settled down, vanishing slightly in the lack of light. He kept his eyes on her though, not letting himself get to comfy. He knew better, when a cat seemed particularly feisty. But that just made it all the more fun! "speak" hades
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Post by hades on Aug 29, 2018 16:23:38 GMT -5
[attr="class","nike"] TWOLEG PLACE | EVENING | ATHENA & MITCHELL | gemini [/div]
Athena peered into the darkness. She saw nothing, not at first. But she thought she caught movement somewhere, probably among the lavender bush, or perhaps it was the mint bush. Wherever it was, they wouldn’t get away with being in her garden! No one got away with just being in her garden. Her father would be tucked away inside the twoleg nest, so there was no way for her to alert him. She would just have to deal with the intruder herself.
“Aye, girly, come ‘n’ try. Gotta find me first.”
“I will!” She meowed, accepting the challenge. Athena peered harder at the shadows trying to find the owner of the voice. She crouched along the edge of the wooden fence, and balanced carefully. Her tail; still as she kept her balance, only swaying slightly to make sure that she stayed that way. She kept low, her ears forward.
The shadows changed as she moved, the greenness of the foliage black against the indigo sky. She let out an audible hiss when she saw the deeper shadow of a cat. She could barely make out the gleam of eyes against the patio light that had come on behind her. Gotcha! She thought, dropping from the fence to the garden; landing softly on the garden soil. For a moment, the view changed, and she quickly grasped at her surroundings before she tried looking for the cat again.
The patio light wasn’t very helpful from the angel of the ground. The fence was hiding most of the light, but it didn’t deter her from her mission! “What brings you here, exactly? Your accent is very different from any I’ve ever heard.” She wasn’t trying to make polite conversation, no, not Athena. Although she was perfectly capable of having one, she wasn’t in the mood.
Athena was looking to use the sound of his voice to locate him. Creeping along the shadows, keeping to the fence, and hidden by the numerous plants, Athena headed away from the door to the furthest corner listening to the stranger as he spoke, trying to hear if he was moving, or staying still.
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Post by gemini on Aug 31, 2018 9:35:51 GMT -5
MITCHELL the homegrown bayou boy Mitch kept himself relatively still watching the she-cat look around. When she saw him, he gave his ears a twitch, staying still, being nice. After all, wasn’t it a little unfair to be a black cat in the dark playing hide and seek? He had to stifle a purr at the idea, finding it humorous. He did, however, allow his whiskers to twitch in amusement. He did like that she accepted his challenge though, liking when overly territorial housecats decided to play his game. They didn’t often, and sometimes just got grumpy and went inside. Cats in this place were always a little strange in the tripod’s opinion. They never were very willing to play, and some were simply to spoilt to care! He missed the rough and tumble cats he’d use to be friends with. He wondered briefly how they were all doing. Who was even still around the bayous? He looked up when she spoke once more. He moved from his perch as quietly as he could, hopping towards the bushes, with a little grin on his face that spoke of nothing but mischief. “Ah, ya wouldn’t believe me if I told ya! Ya cats ‘ere don’t know nothin’ ‘bout a bayou.” He teased, still moving around, hoping to confuse her just a little. He found himself on the opposite side of the garden from her. He snickered, “come on girly, thought ya were lookin’ fo’ me!” He sat down, deciding that this would be where she found him. He rose up on his hind legs, peering over a plant at her, knowing full well that his eyes were reflecting the light, his pupils huge in the darkness and with general excitement of stirring up just a little trouble. "speak" hades
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